Hot Sands, Interrupted
A girl clad head-to-toe in black lace and far too much silver jewellery squatted frog-like in her chair, hunched over her keyboard, lit only by the cold, blue, glow of the monitor. In this harsh, electronic, twilight the rest of the room could be made out; a bed covered in ribbons and bows in the lolita style, but with the colour palette of a TIm Burton film. Pretty boys, both anime and 3-D smouldered shirtlessly at her from their posters, covering much of the black, Hello Kitty skull patterned wall-paper. Vinyl figurines from pop culture all over the world loomed down from shelves.
Her name was Ito Itsumi, better known as the new arrival on the Kyoto underworld scene, 'Uplift'.
Her elaborately ringed fingers clattered across the keys, sending the cursor zipping across the text field, filling it with line after line of solid gold. She moistened her lips with her tongue, and smiled at the thought of how her subscribers on Fanpad were going to loose their fucking minds at her latest masterpiece.
The great pharaoh Ramesse IV was feeling a little nervous. After all, it's not as though it's every day you got preserved for all eternity! His servants slowly stripped off his clothes, which were like the normal clothes that someone in ancient Egypt would wear, but way better because he was the mighty pharaoh!
His manly caramel coloured pecs were revealed, with the slightly dark-brown nipples stiff with nervousness, like Hersey's kisses glued to his chest, but not melting in spite of how hot his body was (in more ways than one if you know what I mean!), he also had a cool tattoo of the Egyptian eye symbol on his left meaty pec. As his servants continued to strip him, his caramel abs came into view, all bumpy and ridged like sections of a chocolate bar. Little droplets of sweat trickled down the gaps between them.
She licked her lips again, and took a swig from her open can of Mountain Dew. Her breathing was getting heavier at the imagery she was calling to mind.
Now he was just in his ancient Egyptian underwear, which was one of those cloth things, and you could see the bulge of his manly, caramel coloured junk through the cloth. There was a fluffy trail of pubes leading down from his belly-button to his junk in a really sexy way!
The servants brought the sacred oils and began to oil him up. They rubbed the oil all over his big, manly chest, which was caramel coloured, and went all shiny as the oil was rubbed all over it, including his cool tattoo. His nipples were even stiffer and got all shiny as well, as the servant rubbed oil all over them. They began rubbing the sacred oil all over his back, which was also muscly and toned, and all the muscles…
She hesitated for a moment, then opened another tab.
Synonyms for shine
…glistened in the candle light, on account of being covered in sacred oil.
His stiff, manly abs, which were the light brown colour of caramel, had oil rubbed all across them, and into the little gaps between them, making them glisten also.
"Your majesty," Said one of the servants, "We must cover all of you in the sacred oil."
"Of course." He commanded, in his deep, manly voice, which was to be obeyed!
"Yes, your majesty!" Obeyed the servants.
She was practically panting now, her mouth hanging open slightly, her eyes wide.
Slowly, they began to pull down his underwear. It slid down over his muscular, manly hips, revealing more of his dark black pubes, the the very top of his huge, bulging, manly, caramel coloured
DWEE-DWEE DIDDLY-DWEE!
DWEE-DWEE DIDDLY-DWEE!
"Fuck!" She cursed out loud, grabbing the phone.
She briefly considered hurling it across the room, but took a deep breath instead. This wasn't her usual cell, this was the burner. She flipped it open.
"What?" She demanded, tursely.
"12:35 a.m., dockyards, the usual place." The voice on the other end was just as abrupt as she was, and hung up without waiting for a reply.
Itsumi sighed, and pulled the sim card out of the phone, then smashed it on her desk with the heel of a shoe.
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The night was moonless and starless; the sky was blotted out by clouds which reflected a low yellowish glow from the city lights below. The dockyards were quiet, but not silent. Nowhere in the city was ever truly silent. Even if one completely tuned out the omnipresent background rumble of traffic, as most city-dwellers eventually do, there was still the lapping of water, the distant shouts of nocturnal revellers, the thumping of a nearby nightclub, and the gentle clinking of anchor chains as the sleeping ships were jostled by the changing tides.
Uplift trotted along the dockside path, her four-inch platform boots clip-clopping as she went. The night was warm, so she wasn't entirely comfortable in her long, black, coat, worn over the same lacey goth outfit she had on earlier. She puffed on a cigarette, hands thrust deep into her pockets, and a slight frown on her overly made-up face. She glanced about to make sure she wasn't being followed, then turned into an alleyway between two warehouses. Halfway down there was a man in jeans and a hoodie, also smoking. He threw his cigarette down and ground it out with his sneaker as he saw her approach.
"Very discreet." He observed sarcastically, eying her outfit up and down.
"Go fuck yourself. This had better be good." She took a drag on her cigarette and blew the smoke directly at the man.
"Desolator."
Her demeanour changed instantly on hearing that name. She stood up straight, and stamped out her own smoke.
"Holy shit!" She exclaimed. "Where, when?"
"Heh, I thought you'd perk up when you heard it was the big man himself. Apparently he's planning a big job and he wants some back-up to make sure his guys can out-muscle any heroes who show up. Details only if you're interested.
So, you in?"
"Fuck, yes!"
"I knew you'd jump at the chance. Okay, listen up…."
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Itsumi stuck out her leg and span herself around in her chair. She could hardly concentrate on her masterwork of erotic fiction. She hadn't been this excited since she was little, waiting to open her presents on her birthday. One week and she would be working with arguably the most famous villain in Japan. The money was incidental, she'd have worked for free if Desolator had offered.
Suddenly, taught, tanned, toned pharaohs seemed to lose their appeal, no matter how sculpted their abs or prominent their bulges. All she could think of now were older men, in suits. Men who had kept themselves in surprisingly good condition for their age, growing more sophisticated and mature rather than simply growing old. Men who probably also had nice abs….
She saved her current fiction under the title 'Hot Sands' and opened a new text file.
The great villain Devastator sat back in his big, leather chair, holding a glass of orange alcohol. His shoulders were broad and manly….